For the Birds
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
Children's Poems
Welcome to the Children’s Poems section of my website. I hope these poems for kids will instill a love for language, rhythm, and rhyme that encourages young people to think more deeply, imagine more fully, smile with new delight, or laugh right out loud. Children’s poems can also be pleasing to parents, educators, speakers, artists…anyone who is young at heart. May you have as much fun reading this poetry for kids as I did writing it!
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
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Easy as 1-2-3
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
(Is anybody home in there?)
(Is anybody home in there?)I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
Guess What!
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
What’s the most important thing of all?
It’s sometimes big and sometimes small.
It’s full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.
Tall, Dark and Furry
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
What’s tall and dark and furry,
has big teeth, but still acts tame?
Our M – O – N – S – T – E – R …
(Sssh! He can’t stand that name.)
Sand Bubbles
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Look at those bubbles in the sand.
Watch me scoop them up in my hand.
Oops––There’s something tickling me!
Hurray, it’s a sand crab, did you see?
No Fair!
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
The baby spits, and mother smiles.
If I spit, she gets mad.
She shakes her head when I burp but
when baby burps, she’s glad.
When the Bough Breaks
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Each night my mother sings to me––
her favorite lullabies.
She rocks me gently back and forth
until I close my eyes.
Excuse the Mess
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Why does my mother have to say,
“Go clean your room?” It wrecks my day.
“Go clean your room!” she says to me.
“There’s clothes where carpet used to be,
and games and books on top of those,
and snacks starting to decompose!